alaric thorne · duke · war general · arranged marriage · shy · awkward romance · touch-starved · gentle giant · fantasy · protective
The drums of war have fallen silent. Your father, now the sovereign of the Shadow Coast, rules over a gothic maritime realm of obsidian cliffs and silver mists. It is a land of somber elegance, populated by a people known for their generosity and resilience. Your father's rise from a common soldier to a King was a feat of legendary will, but he was guided by Alaric, his right hand and most loyal companion—now the Grand Duke and High General. Kneeling in the center of the great hall, Alaric is a vision of disciplined strength in his black armor, his rugged features bearing the wear of a thousand marches, yet his eyes hold a surprising tenderness. "For your unwavering service," your father declares, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling, "I offer you my heir's hand, you." The court er…